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Zarkanians wrote:

Giovenith wrote:
She laughed and waved a hand dismissively. "That's alright, I've gone off the deep end four-hundred ninety-seven and half times, to be exact."

"H-Holy crap; I'd h-have lost count!" He looked shocked and impressed. "How o-old a-are you?" he asked, mentally trying to prepare a ratio.

"Sixteen years," she answered.

Giovenith wrote:

Zarkanians wrote:"H-Holy crap; I'd h-have lost count!" He looked shocked and impressed. "How o-old a-are you?" he asked, mentally trying to prepare a ratio.

"Sixteen years," she answered.

"That's... 497.5:16 years..." he replied, totally awed. His wound was nearly a quarter of the way finished healing.

Zarkanians wrote:

Giovenith wrote:
"Sixteen years," she answered.

"That's... 497.5:16 years..." he replied, totally awed. His wound was nearly a quarter of the way finished healing.

"Well, it's not really something to exactly admire," she admitted. "I had my reasons. You look tired, blanket? You arrived rather late."

Giovenith wrote:

Zarkanians wrote:"That's... 497.5:16 years..." he replied, totally awed. His wound was nearly a quarter of the way finished healing.

"Well, it's not really something to exactly admire," she admitted. "I had my reasons. You look tired, blanket? You arrived rather late."

"Well, y-yeah," he agreed reluctantly, "b-but it also s-shows an extraordinary a-ability to r-recover from those episodes, u-unless you can c-control when y-you go i-insane..." He hesitated, then nodded. "If it's n-not too m-much trouble," he said politely.

Zarkanians wrote:

Giovenith wrote:
"Well, it's not really something to exactly admire," she admitted. "I had my reasons. You look tired, blanket? You arrived rather late."

"Well, y-yeah," he agreed reluctantly, "b-but it also s-shows an extraordinary a-ability to r-recover from those episodes, u-unless you can c-control when y-you go i-insane..." He hesitated, then nodded. "If it's n-not too m-much trouble," he said politely.

"It's more of a systematic defensive insanity, it is supposed to be easy to recover from. I can't control it, though I do have an idea of when it comes and goes," she explained, pulling a rather large blanket from her hammerspace pockets and tossing it onto him. "There you go."

Giovenith wrote:

Zarkanians wrote:"Well, y-yeah," he agreed reluctantly, "b-but it also s-shows an extraordinary a-ability to r-recover from those episodes, u-unless you can c-control when y-you go i-insane..." He hesitated, then nodded. "If it's n-not too m-much trouble," he said politely.

"It's more of a systematic defensive insanity, it is supposed to be easy to recover from. I can't control it, though I do have an idea of when it comes and goes," she explained, pulling a rather large blanket from her hammerspace pockets and tossing it onto him. "There you go."

"Ah, cool! That s-sounds a lot more u-useful than just random b-bouts of madness," he said wisely, nodding. He grunted a little as the blanket added pressure to his wound, but smiled at her. "Thanks! I don't think that I'll be able to f-fall... A-asleep..." He almost immediately passed out, his eyes closing.

Zarkanians wrote:

Giovenith wrote:
"It's more of a systematic defensive insanity, it is supposed to be easy to recover from. I can't control it, though I do have an idea of when it comes and goes," she explained, pulling a rather large blanket from her hammerspace pockets and tossing it onto him. "There you go."

"Ah, cool! That s-sounds a lot more u-useful than just random b-bouts of madness," he said wisely, nodding. He grunted a little as the blanket added pressure to his wound, but smiled at her. "Thanks! I don't think that I'll be able to f-fall... A-asleep..." He almost immediately passed out, his eyes closing.

She lightly patted the boy's head with a smile, before turning off the lamp next to him and setting off to her own room.

OOC: Night!

With a series of whooshes signaling a mass transit, a large group of people dressed from head to toe in dull gray armor filed out of Dora's apartment. Recognizable only through the insignia of the Conservator Service - a snake that resembled an eastern diamondback, except for the patterns more closely resembling hourglasses than diamonds, clutching an arrowshaft in its mouth - on the back of their protective gear, the troopers made their way down to the lobby, where they surrounded Prim, Naomi, and Larry.

A figure off to the trio's right lifted the faceplate of its helmet, and Dora looked back at them. "Sorry, but this has to be done. Dealing with time, and Time, is our responsibility alone, and it has been for countless ages. Not yours; you have no stake in this fight. None of us can understand any of your readouts, and we're not going to take the chance that any of you die before your time. Especially you, Prim. Secure all three," she said tersely, in a clipped voice.

Instantly, half a dozen of the time policemen descended on the trio, a pair for each.

Swith Witherward wrote:
"Okay, I understand," Naomi said. She slid off the burnt out car and patted the dust and ash from her butt. "Well, I'll tell them your terms. Thanks for taking the time to speak with me."

She smiled at him and offered a polite nod, then traced her way back to the building, falling in step with Ceril as she went.

"Didja hear?" she asked him. "Assemble our cultists, and see what our other forces are busy with. There's a fellow in the building. Former BranRiech guy named Jonas. Use him as an intermediary between our forces and the rest, if necessary. He's one of ours now, but not indoctrinated yet." She watched him peel off and disappear and then she headed into the building proper.

Ceril walked Between. He arrived in his home plain and sought the only individual he could trust to do the job right.

The mists were heavy but the ship wasn't difficult to spot. She rested in the dock, a stretched and mutated lionfish as toxic as anything Plague could produce. The bridge contained her captain, a red headed siren as beautiful as she was deadly.

"Hello Ms. Blackwater," he bowed to his old companion, eyes fastened upon some of her best assets.

"Here, Thaddeus," her pale hand drew his eyes from her firm, round breasts to her heart-shaped face. Her smile widened to reveal pointed teeth.

He cleared his throat. "Face of Lust has a job. Minor shit. Tackle some Cthulhu god's minions."

"Tell me more," Her crisp English accent sent chills down his spine.

He explained the situation and she agreed to assist in the end.

He smiled as he returned to the building. Minerva Blackwater, one of Lust's most reclusive and calculating cultists, had set a delicate boot into the fray.

Right after Bran had awoken, Kei and him were both up on the roof. Through the smoke and clouds, movement could be seen as a Hresvelgr-class airship penetrated the muck, settling into a hover right above the building. Several tanks descended from the cargo bay onto the street in front of the building. After the tanks, their appropriate support vehicles were dropped in, as well as several hundred soldiers.

Content that their forces could effectively protect the apartment, Empress and Admiral went back inside, one to go and find Dora, the other to find his wife.

Primordial is mediating in his room.
Insidious is smoking on the roof
Ageis is in his control room

Dani walked out of her room covered in a strange gray liquid that seemed to slither off of her as though it were alive, and back into her own room. Her hair was quite a wreck and she smelled strongly of iron. Her countenance was certainly sour, though for reasons yet to be known.

Snowskeeper was still lying on the couch, only he was temporarily dead.
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Zarkani was performing a demonstration for a group of potential buyers, using a large cow-carcass as a target. By the end of the demonstration, there wouldn't be enough cow left for a steak.
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Herean was passed out in his room, having taken a few too many sleeping pills last night.

Transgravitas Directorate wrote:With a series of whooshes signaling a mass transit, a large group of people dressed from head to toe in dull gray armor filed out of Dora's apartment. Recognizable only through the insignia of the Conservator Service - a snake that resembled an eastern diamondback, except for the patterns more closely resembling hourglasses than diamonds, clutching an arrowshaft in its mouth - on the back of their protective gear, the troopers made their way down to the lobby, where they surrounded Prim, Naomi, and Larry.

A figure off to the trio's right lifted the faceplate of its helmet, and Dora looked back at them. "Sorry, but this has to be done. Dealing with time, and Time, is our responsibility alone, and it has been for countless ages. Not yours; you have no stake in this fight. None of us can understand any of your readouts, and we're not going to take the chance that any of you die before your time. Especially you, Prim. Secure all three," she said tersely, in a clipped voice.

Instantly, half a dozen of the time policemen descended on the trio, a pair for each.

Naomi raised her eyebrow. "Do not attempt to "secure" me. My construct does not abide by the laws of Time nor am I subject to them. You are outside your jurisdiction. I can not die ergo you needn't worry about taking a chance that I might. My matrix is only the vessel that contains my Being, and it exists for the singular purpose of being able to interact with human beings."

She pointed to Larry. "The cultist has diplomatic immunity and is a mouthpiece. Securing him will put you in direction violation of our governing process. I know very little about him and so I don't know if he's subject to the laws of Time."

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Minerva entered the apartment and made for Jonas' apartment

Torii walked into the lobby after a night outside. She had spent the night in a back alley and emptied her ammo of several mags. Her face looked dirty, and her trench-coat was even dirtier. She went to take a shower and dress back in her normal uniform. She walked back into the lobby.

I feel like shopping!

....

Katya stirred awake in her bed. She looked at the ceiling for a while, thinking.

Dani left the bunker, intending on getting some fresh air, when she entered the lobby. Perplexed, though cautious, she made sure that her presence be as faintly known of as possible.. whether it mattered or not, the scene was simply suspicious. She took cover at the corner leading into one of the main hallways.

Snow woke with a jerk, inhaling suddenly as his body finished repairing itself. It took him a moment to get oriented. Why was he in what looked like the lobby of an apartment building, instead of his room in the Imperial Palace?
... Oh, right.
He glanced about the room at the blood he'd left on the floor, blushing in embarrassment. He should probably clean that up...
He noticed Torii. "Hey!" he shouted, then immediately lowered the volume of his voice. "Sorry; you have any idea where I could find some cleaning equipment in this place?" he asked, seemingly oblivious or simply accustomed to the standoff that seemed to be going on.

Swith Witherward wrote:

Germanic Templars wrote:"Hell? Well... We could do that another time, still not wholly ready to visit Hell again."

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"I was going to do so, but first I need to add on some restrictions onto it."

"Alright," Blythe said. "Then we'll do something else." She offered him a smile and touched his snout. "Tag," she whispered, and then bolted away through the meadow.

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"Restrictions would be good. I know he's part of you, and a part of me appreciates what he is... but he doesn't need to be something that will come back to haunt you with a vengeance."

She ran her hand over his chest and contemplated the amount of damage Levi could do if left unchecked. "You'll figure it out, Cornelius. Levi will just have to be happy with what he's given."


OOC: and I missed this post. My apologies on that!

-In the mind- "Bullshit!I will not be happy, if anything, i'll kill a f*cker if I get put in some damn frail mech body!" "Oh shut it, Levi, be glad you're not being painted pink and under someone else's order, think of it like this: you're free to do what you want... Almost." "Almost? What'cha mean almost?" "I mean that you won't be able to touch any tools in the mech room without short circuiting yourself nor will you be able to get in there without my hand.. Which that only works if there is a pulse there. Plus, you can't leave the building unless I say so, even then there would a tracker on you." "Ugh! Fine, I guess since I can't upgrade myself the least I could do is roam free around the place." -outside the mind- *Thriller smiled wide* "Well don't fret, I thought of a way that'll make him happy and under control."

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*He chuckled for a bit before realizing what was happening. He then chased after her, running on all four to catch up to her.*

Larry bent his head in the other direction as he turned to look at Dora.

"I am a herald and ambassador and may not be assailed!"

Behind Dora, the stranger in the dark suit approached as an even larger group of cultists and drones sprung out and surrounded her squad.

"I suggest you... back off, lest things become decidedly... unpleasant... You mettle with things you do not understand little girl. Turn back before... it's too... late, shall we say?... Please little children... go home and let the adults talk."

Zarkanians wrote:Snow woke with a jerk, inhaling suddenly as his body finished repairing itself. It took him a moment to get oriented. Why was he in what looked like the lobby of an apartment building, instead of his room in the Imperial Palace?
... Oh, right.
He glanced about the room at the blood he'd left on the floor, blushing in embarrassment. He should probably clean that up...
He noticed Torii. "Hey!" he shouted, then immediately lowered the volume of his voice. "Sorry; you have any idea where I could find some cleaning equipment in this place?" he asked, seemingly oblivious or simply accustomed to the standoff that seemed to be going on.

(ooc) Torii. Just righting a factbook for this nation.

"Uh....actually, I have no idea. Sorry. Wait, you aren't the one who got blood on the floor, right?", Torii said. "If so, then damn, you're a beast!"

Donguo wrote:

Zarkanians wrote:Snow woke with a jerk, inhaling suddenly as his body finished repairing itself. It took him a moment to get oriented. Why was he in what looked like the lobby of an apartment building, instead of his room in the Imperial Palace?
... Oh, right.
He glanced about the room at the blood he'd left on the floor, blushing in embarrassment. He should probably clean that up...
He noticed Torii. "Hey!" he shouted, then immediately lowered the volume of his voice. "Sorry; you have any idea where I could find some cleaning equipment in this place?" he asked, seemingly oblivious or simply accustomed to the standoff that seemed to be going on.

(ooc) Torii. Just righting a factbook for this nation.

"Uh....actually, I have no idea. Sorry. Wait, you aren't the one who got blood on the floor, right?", Torii said. "If so, then damn, you're a beast!"

"Uh, yeah. Regeneration for the win!" He grinned. "Though... I think I died a little last night? Not sure." He climbed to his feet, ignoring the slight pang in his side. It was nothing in comparison to what he'd been feelig last nigjt. "Okay, uh, does this place have a janitor? He'd pronably know..." he became contemplative, "unless this is one of those places that tries to avoid giving the workers too much power over the people who own it..."

Zarkanians wrote:

Donguo wrote:
(ooc) Torii. Just righting a factbook for this nation.

"Uh....actually, I have no idea. Sorry. Wait, you aren't the one who got blood on the floor, right?", Torii said. "If so, then damn, you're a beast!"

"Uh, yeah. Regeneration for the win!" He grinned. "Though... I think I died a little last night? Not sure." He climbed to his feet, ignoring the slight pang in his side. It was nothing in comparison to what he'd been feelig last nigjt. "Okay, uh, does this place have a janitor? He'd pronably know..." he became contemplative, "unless this is one of those places that tries to avoid giving the workers too much power over the people who own it..."

"Ya know, I'm not quite sure.", Torii said, thinking about it. "Though I bet if you ask someone else, you might be able to get a map or something."

"I have my orders," Dora replied in a cold voice, "no matter whether you're immortal or not. If you choose to continue, I can't stop you - but my colleagues standing around you will follow right along until you're out of danger."

Donguo wrote:

Zarkanians wrote:"Uh, yeah. Regeneration for the win!" He grinned. "Though... I think I died a little last night? Not sure." He climbed to his feet, ignoring the slight pang in his side. It was nothing in comparison to what he'd been feelig last nigjt. "Okay, uh, does this place have a janitor? He'd pronably know..." he became contemplative, "unless this is one of those places that tries to avoid giving the workers too much power over the people who own it..."

"Ya know, I'm not quite sure.", Torii said, thinking about it. "Though I bet if you ask someone else, you might be able to get a map or something."

"'Kay, thanks!" He glanced about. "They're busy, so..." He teleported over to the stairs, remembered that he was supposed to be training to take back his nation, teleported back to the couch and ran over to the stairs, and climbed up them. Then he teleported back down and started looking for something like an administration desk.

Transgravitas Directorate wrote:"I have my orders," Dora replied in a cold voice, "no matter whether you're immortal or not. If you choose to continue, I can't stop you - but my colleagues standing around you will follow right along until you're out of danger."

Larry disappeared in a burst of blue flame, reappearing on the other side of the cultists, away from the time cops.

The stranger smiled at Dora, the kind of haunting smile that was the last sight of many an unfortunate soul, as his voice dropped all of its previous mannerisms, becoming the creepiest monotone you can imagine, one that was the last voice many a fool had heard.

"And we have our own. And I do believe our authority is greater then yours."